Chapter 131: Senior Brother is in Trouble

"Young master, this passage was formed naturally. Surely you don't intend to destroy it with human effort? Before even approaching this vortex, an evil aura is emanating from within it, and what's more, I'm freezing to death!"

Nie Shisan walked up to Zhang Shouzhen, looking somewhat horrified at the human-sized vortex. The ghost qi emanating from it made his entire body ice cold. At that moment, he kept rubbing his arms and stomping his feet on the ground, trying to warm himself up. Although he was a martial artist and an expert who had practiced asceticism, he was now frozen to the point of having purple lips. Zhang Shouzhen, on the other hand, appeared much more composed; he possessed a pure yang body, was protected by powerful treasures, and practiced the Supreme Clarity Secret Record.

"It wasn't formed naturally. It's just that the terrain here is very close to the Underworld, making the passage easy to open. As long as we find the node within the vortex, sealing this passage is quite simple. Alright, once we seal this entrance, no ghosts will be able to cross over from the Underworld."

Zhang Shouzhen raised his hand to grasp the Azure Lotus Ruyi, blue light flickering in his eyes. Under the gaze of the Azure Dragon Spiritual Eyes, there seemed to be a spiritual talisman within the vortex, though it was wrapped in black ghost qi and impossible to see under normal conditions.

This talisman was akin to a boundary-crossing talisman, and it was precisely because of this talisman that the passage remained open. It must have been placed here by Bu Yuan. Zhang Shouzhen grinned, and the broken sword in his other hand fiercely thrust into the vortex toward the talisman. However, before it could penetrate, the surrounding ghost qi immediately wrapped around the broken sword, preventing it from piercing any further. Moreover, the ghost qi around the broken sword writhed like a spirit snake, winding up Zhang Shouzhen's arm.

"Young master, be careful!" Nie Shisan cried out in a loud warning nearby.

Zhang Shouzhen quickly withdrew the broken sword and shook his wrist, causing the ghost qi on the blade to completely dissipate.

"It seems I have no choice but to use this Ruyi. This passage is actually fixed with a spell formation, and it can even attack anyone who attempts to destroy the formation."

With a soft chuckle, Zhang Shouzhen could not help but admire Bu Yuan's methods. The nether messenger was actually capable of utilizing spell formations, meaning anyone who attacked this passage from this side would be subjected to the formation's attacks. He picked up the Azure Lotus Ruyi, channeled his spiritual power into it, and opened his palm. The Ruyi began to slowly spin on his hand, finally transforming into a cyan light disk. Zhang Shouzhen flicked his wrist, and the Ruyi slammed fiercely into the vortex, shattering the surrounding ghost qi and striking the talisman head-on.

The talisman was completely incapable of withstanding the attack of the Azure Lotus Ruyi; it was blasted into powder instantly. The surrounding spell formation collapsed along with it, the entire vortex vanished, and the street returned to normal.

Zhang Shouzhen reached out and grabbed the Ruyi as it fell back into his hand, returning to its normal appearance before he tucked it into his robe.

Seeing this, Nie Shisan was left utterly dumbfounded. Although he worked under Tiejun and had witnessed many wondrous sights, a seemingly ordinary Ruyi was capable of unleashing such immense power.

"I don't know your name, young Daoist, but now my son and I have nowhere to go and still face the pursuit of the nether messengers. Could the young Daoist take the two of us in?"

Seeing the passage disappear, Ye Zimei came over with little Buding.

Just at that moment, Zhang Shouzhen's phone rang. With the area back to normal, the caller ID showed it was Jiuer.

"Hello? Jiuer, you're not home yet? It's already one in the morning!"

"Senior Brother Shouzhen, something terrible has happened! Senior Brother Jiang and Senior Sister Sima are in trouble!"

Jiuer's voice was panicked, and the background noise on her end was chaotic.

"What? My senior brother is in trouble? Where are you all now?"

Zhang Shouzhen's expression sank, his heart suddenly pounding wildly. His earlier bad premonition had indeed come true.

"We are currently at the First People's Hospital of Longdu. Hurry over here, it's very busy, I'm hanging up."

Jiuer hurriedly hung up the phone. Zhang Shouzhen put away his phone, lifted the broken sword in his hand, and said to Ye Zimei and her son: "I have an urgent matter now. The two of you will take refuge inside the broken sword."

Ye Zimei nodded. Holding little Buding's hand, she leaped forward, transforming into a wisp of black mist that merged into the broken sword. Stowing the sword away, Zhang Shouzhen grabbed the nether messenger robe and headed toward the grand hotel. After exchanging words with Ma Yuxu, he instructed Nie Shisan to drive directly to the People's Hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, it was past two in the morning. Aside from Jiuer, there was Old Mother Yinshan and several unfamiliar young people.

"Senior Brother, you're here, that's wonderful! It's just that Senior Brother Jiang and Senior Sister Yan'er are in the emergency room."

Seeing Zhang Shouzhen arrive, Jiuer relaxed her tense face. Faint tear tracks still lingered at the corners of her eyes. Zhang Shouzhen walked over, gently wiped away the tears, and asked, "What on earth happened?"

"You'll have to ask this brat. Hmph, sending Litian and Yan'er two girls over there without explaining the situation clearly, nearly costing both of their lives, while he gets off scot-free."

Old Mother Yinshan's cold, harsh voice rang out as she pointed a finger at one of the young men.

This man was in his twenties, with a buzz cut. He had originally worn a white short-sleeved shirt, but several parts of it were now torn, and fresh blood was faintly seeping from wounds on his body without any bandaging. In addition, there was a scratch on the man's forehead. His handsome face was filled with panic, and his complexion bore a pale, greenish hue as he stood there looking thoroughly shaken. Hearing Old Mother Yinshan speak, the man stood up and said with a trembling body:

"It... it was my carelessness. I thought it was just some minor spirits and monsters acting up, but I never expected it to be a great monster. Had I known, I would have brought more people."

The youth was full of remorse and regret, while his eyes flickered with panic.

"A monster? Senior Brother and Sister Yan'er are both experts at the early stage of the Yin Manifestation realm. With the two of them joining forces, ordinary monsters shouldn't be able to harm them. Yet now they're in the emergency room! Who are you? Could your strength possibly surpass that of my senior brother?"

Zhang Shouzhen furrowed his brows deeply, staring at the young man before him. Blue light flickered in his eyes as he tried to discern any clues from the youth, but there was not a single trace of aberrant energy coming from him. Instead, a righteous aura emanated from his body, causing Zhang Shouzhen to feel a slight start. After all, very few people possessed a righteous aura, and naturally, someone with such energy could not be a bad person. Thinking of this, his expression relaxed considerably.

"I am a police officer named Feng Fuxuan. At the same time, I am also a practitioner of the Dao. Although we are not acquainted, I am a disciple of the Pure Yang branch of the Heavenly Dao Sect. Strictly speaking, I can be considered your senior brother."

Feng Fuxuan gave a bitter smile, his eyes fixed on the direction of the emergency room as his heart hung heavy.

"A disciple of the Pure Yang lineage? Senior Brother Feng, you still haven't explained what kind of monster injured my senior brother, and what this is all about, because Senior Brother called me at noon today."

Zhang Shouzhen pressed forward step by step, demanding an explanation.

"Alright, since everyone has arrived, I will tell you the whole story so everyone can be prepared."

Feng Fuxuan knitted his brows, the terror on his face gradually fading, replaced by the weight of memory.